"Why would I fabricate the truth?", came his immediate self-confident response.
He was definitely on to something, and that was going to ruin the uncertainty of my false crime. What can it be? My mind was rummaging through hundreds of memories of that night, but nothing out of the ordinary came to me.
Then my brain stumbled upon a valid answer, "Two reasons you are doing this" I lifted my index finger confidently, "One, either you were involved with John and planned an attack on my hubby or," My second finger followed up in the air, "Two, you simply want to protect the real criminal, who knows you might even be the murderer!"
His eyes scanned me, there was amusement on his face. He leaned forward projecting a devilish smile intrigued by my answer, "And which one do you think it is?"
